'll watch you on the evening news. It's just that I see you next to zero- It's so hard lovin a super hero You're too busy saving the world, And I think
s one thing that I've got It's my man, it's my man Cold or wet tired, you bet All of this I'll soon forget With my man He's not much on looks He's no
But there's one thing That I've got It's my man, it's my man Cold or wet Tired, you bet All of this, I'll soon forget With my man He's not much on
blackman lived on Beech Street The white man lived on Wall Street And the chinnese man's store is where they all meet Not really on the good foot
was sittin' home on the west end Watchin' cable tv with a female friend We were watchin' the news, the world's in a mess The poor and the hungry, a world
better world for this little girl But the apple doesn?t fall too far from the tree When she gets that call Hope?s too far gone Her baby?s on the way
focus on the void and I fill it Hopin' the depressed ain't give in and give up So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero From here on a heroin like
I didn't care about the lies But all I knew was that he loved me very much He was my hero in disguise I'm so pleased I never gave up on him Oh, well
Another wasted talent but that?s just fine Two?s up on an eighth, all back to mine What a feeling, got steep my sweet dysfunction I?ll keep on stealing
this slow And might stop living again And the world is still the same tonight And the world still right here, right here As I open my eyes It's almost
up in Wonderland. All sorta terrifying I don't wanna be all alone When I tell this story. And can anyone tell me why Ya'll sound like Peanut's parents
's gonna be mine? Who's there to save the hero When she's left all alone? And she's crying out for help Who's there to save the hero? Who's there to
Well, I wonder what it's like to be a rainmaker I wonder what it's like to know that I made the rain I'd store it in boxes with little yellow tags on
daylight's gone and there's no more fun And who's the fuckin' bitch who stole all the heroin? Heroin, heroin, it's all gone Smoked it all up, and now
vain Everybody's a dreamer and everybody's a star And everybody's in showbiz, it doesn't matter who you are And those who are successful, be always on
I'm trapped in an illusion Left on my own The world ditzy and alone In an eternal sleep You've come awaken me Through the battle and the glory You're the hero
way to double up, I'm headin' on my second wind Rollin' luggage on the jet I ain't gotta check it in When I come through I'm comfortable 49's 45's a
America I imagine how his mother felt When she heard that her husband was dying And that underground heroes of the tarmac Shoot smack were blowing up worlds